go Life is just a hunting season Living with one foot in the grave Life is just a hunting season One foot in the grave Life is just a hunting season
rambling land? Susurrations that can expand Beyond all hope of light And plunge us into unrelenting night A pall, a truth and reason It feels like hunting season
Innocent games of unwritten spells as a child, animals are companions and mentors, and the moon my night side mother. No one understood them, few comprehend
and hunt He take a punt The New Guinea Highlands Ohhh Errol I would give everything just to be like him He had to go The Sirocco He's sailin the high seas
to fly while the hunters are about and magnanimously offers to advise them of the hunter?s departure. Greylag, although wary, agrees. When Cat assures the geese that the hunters
. It was during hunting season. He was out there on the track, And he knew if he went in there, he'd be safe from hunters. He's an uncanny animal. Chorus
until researching this song that the species known as the Nile crocodile is one of the very few animals on our planet that actively hunts and preys upon
land susurrations, That can expand beyond all hope of light and plunge us into unrelenting night A pall on truth and reason, It feels like hunting season
hunter these days We have to find new excuses for our madness every day Should I ever kill an animal without a reason I will quickly fake up a new hunting season
(Bolt Thrower cover) As silence roars through gathered masses You stared waiting eagerly Approaching darkness decreasing your life expectancy The
threat, it's the reason I was sent [Chourus] Fucksoundcheck the crowd wants it now Fuck site, by scent I'll hunt you down There's 5 senses 4 seasons
a hunter these days We have to find new excuses for our madness every day Should I ever kill an animal without a reason I will quickly fake up a new hunting season
